A/N: So this is one of those things that goes back to tell the story of how they got into their position. Basically, this chapter and many of the next ones will be in the past to explain how Juliet and Shawn ended up in that office building.

With that said, this chapter is dedicated to JenCM on Psychfic whose review put me in such a good mood (which was not easy considering that I have a ton of homework to do) that I decided to post the next chapter today.


Shawn smiled broadly as he strode into the Psych office. Gus looked up from his desk, and shook his head. Shawn had two pineapple smoothies in his hand. One was halfway gone, the other one was thrust toward Gus.

"Thoughtful of you Shawn." Gus tilted his head in a thankful gesture.

"Yeah, I thought, perhaps I might finish this first one before I arrived. I wanted to have a backup."

Gus snorted and shook his head. What was he thinking. Shawn, thoughtful? It wasn't in his nature. Shawn didn't have a thoughtful bone in or even around his body.

"Hey, at least I gave it to you. I could have stood outside until I finished this one." Shawn paused as he lifted the nearly empty smoothie up and pointed at it. "Then started on that one. I know how you don't like to take them after I've drank from them."

"Only because I don't know where your germ infested mouth has been...or touched for that matter Shawn. You're disgusting, you know that right?"

"Yes Gus. I am quite proud of that."

Gus rolled his eyes, before waving some unfinished paperwork in front of Shawn's face.

"Think you can actually help me get some of this done?"

Shawn had already plopped himself down at his desk, a wadded up piece of paper in his hand as he started to aim toward the trash can. He smile crookedly, and shot the piece of paper across the room and clapped when it landed directly into the trash can. He loved playing trash can basketball.

"I don't know Gus. I'm kind of busy here. Going for a new record."

"Of what, how much paper you can waste, or how much of a mess you can make?"

Shawn turned around to face Gus. A look of faux hurt on his face. "You hurt me Gus. You hurt me right here." Shawn pointed to his heart, and stuck out his bottom lip. It was a face that he knew worked on Juliet quite well, and he was trying to train Gus. That wasn't going as well as Shawn would have liked. Shawn opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Alright Shawn. Where'd you put the phone last?"

"I don't know Gus, and how is it that you know that I had it last? Are you psychic, or maybe you had it last? Trying to hide the embarrassment by blaming me Gus?"

Gus laughed heartily at Shawn's assumption, "No Shawn. I, unlike you, actually put the phone back onto the charger."

"Harsh! Look just follow the sound."

Shawn stood up, and placed a hand to his head as he listened to the insistent ringing. "Ah! I'm getting something from the spirits Gus. They say that the phone is there under the phone book. No! The one over by the TV right there."

Shawn chuckled lightly watching Gus move around, but his fun time was halted when Gus looked up at him, his face a light shade of red. Shawn had only seen Gus's face that color a couple of times, both of which Gus was definitely angry at Shawn. Not in that easy to fix way either. He watched in silence as Gus looked at the caller id, and then handed the phone to Shawn.

"It's Chief Vick."

Shawn nodded slightly before hitting the talk button and placing the phone to his ear. "Ah. Chief Vick. I had a feeling I might just get a phone call from you."

"Mister Spencer. I have no time or patience for you today. Just get down to the station now."

Shawn gulped before answering. "Yes Chief."

Why was everyone in a bad mood. It was almost like Shawn had shot their favorite puppy, yet he knew that Gus and the Chief didn't have puppies. Especially not favorite ones.

"We have a case." Shawn grabbed his jacket from the spot of almost on the couch and yet mostly on the floor position it had landed in when he had taken it off last.


Shawn strolled into the SBPD with a purpose. Though he'd never utter the words aloud, that purpose was to get into the Chief's office as quickly as possible so that she didn't get any angrier. Gus had to quicken his strides to keep pace with Shawn. He noticed that despite his best friend's unusually quick walking speed, he was wearing his usual black sunglasses, tee shirt and jeans. He was beginning to wonder if Shawn owned anything that resembled formal wear. If he really thought about it, he could not remember a time when Shawn actually wore a suit, or well anything would be considered halfway close to a suit.

"Shawn. Slow down."

"Don't be a fly in the ointment Gus. I know you can walk faster than that. Come on, we'll make it a race. It'll be fun."

"Shawn, do you really think that right now is a good time to annoy the Chief?"

Shawn tried to hide the grimace on his face. He hated when the Chief was anything less than her usual cheery self. Of course, generally when he was involved, she typically was less than that.

"Any time is a good time Gus. On the plus side, anything that is bad enough to annoy the Chief, will annoy Lassie. That is win-win Gus."

Gus rolled his eyes and shook his head. He would never quite understand Shawn's constant need to annoy poor Lassiter to death. Even if more often than not, Lassiter's reaction to Shawn's 'nonsense' is absolutely hilarious. He had even caught Juliet cracking a smile at Shawn and Lassiter's banter.

Shawn halted to a stop for a moment before entering the Chief's office. Juliet and Lassiter where standing in front of her desk, and she had a desperate look on her face. This was not going to be a good day.


Juliet stood in front of Chief Vick. She hated cases like this. Cases that involved children. It always broke her heart, and this case would be no different. Seeing the body of the small boy being pulled from the dumpster was sickening. It had taken everything in her to keep the bile that had risen to her throat from spilling out. She could tell that it even bothered her partner, and she was starting to suspect that not much of anything bothered him.

"Detectives. I don't have to tell you how high profile this case is. Our careers are resting on this."

Lassiter shook his head in agreement, as her office door creaked open. Juliet's head whipped around, and she had to fight the timid smile that wanted to cross her lips. Shawn was a pro at solving cases quickly, and Juliet wanted nothing more than to put this case to bed sooner rather than later.

"Mr. Spencer. It's about time."

Shawn smiled broadly. "Yes well, I hate keeping Lassie-face waiting. I know how he just hates it, but I had to finish last week's episode of The Mentalist. You would not believe what he got himself into, and tonight's episode promises to not disappoint. Who is up for a Mentalist party? I'll totally bring the pineapple, and we'll even have it at the Psych office."

Juliet rolled her eyes, but tried her hardest to not laugh at him, while Lassiter placed a steady hand on his gun, and the Chief frown at Shawn and his 'antics'.

"Mr Spencer. We don't have time for that right now. We have a seven year old boy who has been killed. We need to find out who did it, and we need to know now."


A/N: See-no cliffhanger-no promises for later on-when things get more-uhmm... interesting. Though I can't really remember how many cliffhangers are in this story. That's how long it's been since I wrote.

Get creative with those reviews. If you make me smile, perhaps I'll update again tomorrow.

Oh and no flaming or pointy things because of that pesky little "what happened to Shawn" thing. Cos, well-you'll be pointing them at me for a while. *Runs away from the angry mob chasing her*